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Jan 2015
365
A resting Child.....Asleep before the ball drops.......Sound asleep on the couch.....poor kid, when will he make it to midnight?...i can't seem to remember when i did...... but somewhere along the line time started moving faster...now it flies by....some where along the line i grew up and learned bitterness, pride and regret...i wonder what this child's dreaming over in this new years moon?...playing, candy and food i presume...he's asleep...yet i'm still awake.... pondering my chances at a clean slate........but this child doesn't need a new years kiss for he lives a new years eve each and every night..365 years to our 1 ...OOO Poor adult when will you fall asleep before midnight so to remember and reclaim what uv'e lost? ...A new year every night
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